Our job is to remember
As we bemoan each hard-won gray hair,
Our feet aching from pounding concrete hospital stairs
Our eyes bleary from early mornings and late nights
Our skin pale from days on end without sunlight
Our job is to remember
Behind every click, every key-stroke
Every beeper page, every flash of rage
As the patients we fight for are crushed by the system we work within
Our job is to remember
that the force behind all that we have done
and all that we will do
Is love
May reconnecting with that limitless force
Uplift us when we feel burdened
May it guide us when we drift astray
May it call us back when we don’t want to endure another day
When we struggle to see what our personal sacrifice is for
Rest assured, now and always,
Our job is love
Sage Burner Poetry 